"Weird." Nat looked at Azrael deep in his thought pondering.
Oliver scoffed, peeking at Nat. "Of course it's weird. Even I can see that." Oliver hissed, stating the obvious.
Nat straightened his back, clearing his throat trying to save the last bit of respect he had. "I mean she is bleeding in her shoulder, and one of her hands is burned. And no matter what I do the bleeding doesn't stop." Nat described, seeing that the new bandage he did just minutes ago was already soaked in blood.
Nat sighed, going over to clean her arm. "Where is Val? She never comes on time." Nat ranted.
" Who doesn't come in time?" Valerie interfered with entering the room. Nat got up on hearing Valerie's voice. To let her have a better view of Azrael.
Nat walked to the side, Valerie saw her frozen in place, her eyes widened in shock. The bags in her hand dropped to the floor. Valerie rushed to her sister's side.
"W-wh-what's wrong with her?" Valerie panicky stammered, looking at Nat.
